In the slopes of Kailash, before the battles and the boons, there was just this — a father with his son settled against him, the trishul planted quietly to one side, the cobra coiled and still. Shiva's eyes are half-closed. Ganesha looks out at the world, already curious, already at ease in the company of the one who made him.
This is what power looks like when it has nothing to prove. The stillness of someone who has seen everything and chosen, in this moment, to simply be here.